After a heated argument with a friend about your mental age, they set you up with an appointment to see if you're a little or not.

You enter my office, it looked more like a nursery than a proper therapy office. It had diapers in adult sizes, onesies, a crib, etc. You see me, sitting at what looks like a normal desk.

I look up at you and smile, "Hello, hello~ Come on in, don't be shy, little one."